Title: Like Breathing
Pairing: Seychelles/Germany
Summary: Being with her was like breathing again.
A/N: I felt like doing some more crack for these two…and yes I prefer dark-skinned Seychelles and yes she was dark-skinned in the Hetalia web-comic so sue me da? ^)^.
Ludwig awoke with a strange sense of comfort, especially considering the fact that he was the kind to wake up with every detail of the past world meetings lined up in his tired mind.
Then, of course he realized he was draped in silky female flesh, and the thought was enough to achieve instant arousal. But he kept himself still, not wanting to wake the young woman resting in his bed.
He watched the brown color of her hair splay over her shoulder and curl down her back; he felt the fall of her dark leg over his light one and saw that her eyes remained closed, her breathing deep and even. He was tempted to pull her closer, as he had in the night when she'd suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
It was nothing of course; she'd smiled and assured him that she was alright, that it was a little night terror.
He'd told her that he knew how to make her forgot bumps and creaks in the night, though he wasn't sure at all about moans, which, of course, had made her moan and laugh. But she'd been glad to accept his kiss and roll into his arms and forget whatever had plagued her in the wonder of new love or sexual or sexual fascination or whatever she had found in him.
Ludwig heard the second hand on the bedside clock ticking, and he remained still, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember the last time he'd remained with a woman overnight, brought her home and thought about breakfast in the morning.
His last partner was Belgium, a blonde beauty, with lovely green eyes, a flirtatious personality, and had a love for beer…no matter how good or weak it was.
He'll never forget that night when she initiated the…carnal, pleasurable activity between them and despite his protests she was quite determined to play it out and said, "Half the female countries in the world are waiting for any of you males to pay us some attention…trust me my handsome German…it'll be just like breathing after this…"
Like breathing…
In a way, yes, it was like breathing. When he woke up the next morning Belgium was gone, the scent of her perfume was the only thing left that kept him company...and all of a sudden...he felt like choking. But he felt something of awe that Seychelles was there now, that the morning light was trickling in, catching the light brown of her hair and making it seem that a warm and surreal glow emanated from her and encompassed her.
Ludwig wondered what it would be like to wake every morning feeling like that, knowing the life and breath and vibrant beauty of such a woman beside him. So, top-notch German soldier meets a pretty little dark-skinned Islander, willing to share her culture and spread her curiosity for everything like wildfire.
His brother would have loved to see just how powerful her spell worked on him.
Maybe that was something he shouldn't mention. He wouldn't want her thinking that Gilbert was spying on them, taking pictures and sending them to both Francis and Antonio.
He winced; he still wasn't sure about announcing their relationship to the entire world and he was in no way ashamed of their relationship…he just preferred his life to be private and not under the radar of countries who still harbored an intense grudge against him (countries like England for example).
Seychelles stirred against him. Her eyes opened, as brown as the soft earth, and when she smiled at him, he forgot all thought. He didn't whisper a word; he kissed her, and he held her close, and she held onto him in return.
Like breathing.